Clothed in our grief

Chapter fifty eight

Maps showed up sooner than she said she would, easy to see even from three blocks down from where you and Damian sat on one of the benches right outside of the bookstore. He didn't argue with your reasoning for wanting to get out of the building, but the slight blur of yellow in the distance caught the both of your attention from what you were wanting to say, onto the fact Maps was coming.

"You didn't have anymore Robin stuff to talk about, right?" You asked Damian, in somewhat of a casual voice. Seeing as this entire vigilante theme is something you're not even surprised by anymore. You can hear Damian inhale as if he's trying to avoid it, but he answers anyways.

"She's well aware, she figured it out just as you had." He replied to you, almost void of emotion in his voice. Your forehead creased as one of your eyebrows raised, giving him a side glance and noticing he was trying to look away from you.

"My father spoke with her about how serious the situation would be if she ever decided to tell anyone, just as I'm sure he'll speak with you once he comes back." Damian added, turning his head to look at you. A dull look on his face, but there was an underlying tone of calmness in it. As if he was saying that it's not a big deal, he wouldn't interrogate you or anything. But you're still pretty sure that being lectured by Batman is pretty scary.

"Yeah? I look forwards to it then." You said quietly, giving off a half smile. Your (e/c) eyes growing soft on him, he only scoffed before smirking. When Maps was told about this, she nearly froze before bouncing with excitement over hearing that she gets to speak to Batman. Sure, scared at first. But she was excited. Damian kinda feels glad that you're not threatened by the idea of it, to you it doesn't seem as big of a deal as it should be.

To you, it doesn't change anything just because his father is Batman. Damian's already made himself without making that part of his personality. When he's Robin, he's usually the first person to bring up that he is 'The son of Batman,' but when he's Damian? That's a different story. He never even intended for you to know in the first place.

The fact that you still treat him to same makes him feel something other than just a sense of gratitude.

"You seem different today." It's said almost as an insult, partly to cover up the fact he doesn't want to seem as though he's smothering you with questions. He places his hand on the bench next to his right leg, just inches away from your own free hand that rests on the wooden bench.

"How so?" You asked, turning your head back over to him, though you knew exactly what you meant. Maybe you and Damian are more alike than you even want to think about, sure you're not as arrogant as he may come off. But you both definitely have a severely terrible habit or tendency to ignore what's literally right there.

"Well first off, you wanted to partake in kissing me-"
"Platonically! Totally platonically." Your voice grows loud and your face grows red, instantly snapping your hands up to your face and covering your mouth. Damian seems to laugh at this, it's obviously not full blown laughter and it sounds more like a quiet chuckle, but it's enough to make you glare at him for a moment.

"Well, I might as well agree that I find the idea of 'platonically' kissing you to be not as much of as annoyance as it would seem." He said in a plain voice, like he was trying not to sound serious about it but it ended up coming out in a deadpan. You only winced at the way it sounded and how off it came across, shaking your head.

"You're terrible at this, you know that right?" You said, letting the wince go and letting the casual smile creep back onto your face. Damian only comes off as confused, but it takes a moment for it to settle in that he's just embarrassed himself.